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LOCATION : LUCKY FOOT THEATER.
TIME : 12 PM.
PROLOGUE ENDING : THE EXPERIMENT BEGINS.
Looks like this is the designated meeting spot, even though you still have no clue what lies beyond the curtain on stage, save perhaps the man in charge of all this, ready to deliver whatever it is he’d promised all of you -- incentive to murder? It still reeks of blood and there are piece of gore along the theater’s walkway, as if the victim’s body was dragged after all of you left last time, but there are no doubt a number of you eager to not put too much thought into what happened with Orion’s body. On stage, the same Sentinels stand guard, watching over all of you with unblinking eyes. If you look close enough, you can see blood on their clothes.
It doesn’t take as long for Kuma to make his appearance this time, nor does he seem to have any firearms in his hands when he steps out. He simply slips the curtain open and takes the stage -- no announcement, no fanfare. Just him, his lighter, and the casual lighting of a cigarette. He stands on the stage quietly as opposed to trying to get anyone’s attention, although there are already a number of you turned towards the stage, waiting to see what he has to say. Noticeably, a few of you have opted to avoid the front rows... it’s not a decision anyone can blame you for, is it?
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY HARE!!” Ultimately, it’s Zero’s voice that suddenly bursts over the speakers as his image pops up on the screens above the stage without warning -- he’s loud, obnoxious, and as energetic as ever. It takes barely half a second for him to begin bouncing around on stage, arms waving. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOH BOY!! Finally, we’re HARE! You all know what this is, right? The beginning of the experiment!! You didn’t think it was already underway, didya? Of COURSE you didn’t! Hahhahahahahaha, don’t worry, we’ll HOP to the point -- you all are probably juuuuust as eager as we HARE, so not point wasting time, right, Kuma Kuma? Why don’t we just tell ‘em straight up --
THE FIRST MURD-HARE INCENTIVE!!
EHEHEHAHAHAHAH!!”
“Shut up. Your voice is grating.” Finally, the Supervisor speaks, voice picked up by the same mic he wore the previous time. He stops only to blow smoke from between his lips, shooing Zero away in a gesture that only made the AI rabbit silently point. “But he is not wrong. From henceforth, we can consider this experiment underway. I asked you all to meet me here in order for us to begin -- from now on, get used to this ritual. We will meet every Sunday, here at the theater, at noon. This time it is in order for me to give you a motive to commit murder ; as, once again, I am sure you know by now what this experiment entails. If you still have not read your tablets, I honestly cannot help you and I am sure your low intelligence will make you among the first to die.”
It’s a hard objective to forget, isn’t it? He gives you an incentive to murder, ideally one or more of you take action and kill someone for it, and an investigation and trial follow afterwards. If no murder occurs, you all vote for someone in the group to be executed simply because someone MUST die, and majority vote wins. The ultimate goal -- find and eliminate three “butterflies” hidden among you, despite the mind-numbingly awful odds stacked against you. It’s ridiculous, but there’s nothing any of you can do about it. As awful as it is, all you can do is stand here and listen.
Kuma gestures to the Sentinels and as he does so, they begin to move off the stage, spreading themselves out around the crowd. Now they’re a little too close for comfort, all watching you more closely than they were before. Even on the upper floors, they seem to come out of the wood works specifically just to stare you down. How unsettling...
“Zero, you start. And if I hear one rabbit pun during your reveal, I will replace you with a bear.”
“...!! Hmph! Fine. You want to start it short and simple, right? Nothing too flashy yet... We’re gonna ease you all into this, so we’ve decided to go EASY on you for this first week! Hahaha, nothing too... dramatic... you see? After all, you gotta learn to PLAY the game before things start going hare-wire ( sorry, Kuma Kuma, it slipped out! ) and it looks like we may be getting a few unexpected visitors to spook you on our behalf, anyways... THE SHORT OF IT IS, one of you has got to DIE-DIE!! The incentive? Hahahaha, IRONICALLY, death!”
Death seems to be a common theme around this place : just short of butterflies, it’s the word you all keep hearing. What the hell are they going to do? Shoot someone else?
“Yes... If you all will take a look at your bracelets, you will notice a new timer has popped up below your assigned number, effective... now.” The Sentinels suddenly step forward, closer to all of you, and their eyes seem to focus on those closest to them. Though the movement is startling, it doesn’t distract from Kuma’s words -- below all of your numbers, a time counting down from 8640 MINUTES has begun to tick. “When that timer reaches zero in six days’ time, all of you will be injected via one of the needles hidden in your bracelets. Half of you will receive an injection of a simple medication that will put you to sleep for a few hours -- the other half, however, will be injected with poison.”
“Hohohohohoh!! You didn’t think we’d just let you have safety in NUMBERS, right? I said it BEFORE, but we can stand to lose, I’unno... about a hundred of you... at least. So HARE’S the dealio, buns and gents! Those of you who are in PAIRS have ONE person with a sleeping agent and ANOTHER with poison! If you’re one of the unlucky hoppies to be here with your friend, unless someone commits murder, ONE of you is TOOOOOOOOOTALLY gonna CROAK IT when the countdown reaches its end! ‘But Zero! What about those of us who are alone!? We want in on the game!’ Don’t you worry, bun buns, ‘cause about HALF of those of you who are here alone ALSO have poison in your bracelets! It’s just a game of chance, hahahah! Sooooo just to clarify for all the slow jos out there, one person in each pairing will die! Several of you who are singles will die! Poison alllll around, hahahah!”
“Of course, as long as someone is killed by this Saturday night, Zero will shut down the timer on all of your watches, saving the lives of everyone who would have been poisoned otherwise. In return, at least only one person has to die. It is not so awful a trade, is it?” He pauses to knock the ash from his cigarette. “In the event none of you decide to kill anyone, our numbers will be thinned and the experiment more focused. If you do, the experiment truly begins. It is a fitting way to start, yes? I do not think this is a particularly dramatic or difficult motive. Ah, but that is the thing... it seems there are some... issues with the simulation that have popped up unexpectedly. While the motive this week starting us off is not as particularly as exciting as Zero would have liked it, we do have some... unfortunate... interferences that may make things more... Mm. Well. You will figure that out on your own.”
Unfortunate interferences? He said this town was a simulation. There’s no limit to what that could mean for you, but... what could be worse than the threat of death?
“I did promise to address those bracelets and their functions to all of you next time we met, but I think it is best we leave it at that... Besides, they will be utilized in the investigations. Not to get ahead of ourselves, right?” There’s humor somewhere in his voice, like he’s mocking all of you -- not that it would be surprising if he were. The curl of his lips make it even clearer, but... Then he turns and leaves the stage without another word and compared to the last meeting it almost feels... anticlimatic? No, not even that. Something in the way he held himself just then, smugness aside... he seemed eager to get out of here, almost nervous even. Why? Even Zero disappears from the monitor without a last laugh or pun -- isn’t it weird for him to be quiet?
...
Then you hear a loud metal SCREECH
and something akin to a CRASH
from outside the theater and you can’t help but think maybe being given this “incentive to murder” which has put all of your lives on the line collectively, as a group, somehow classifies as the calm before the storm... All of the Sentinels around you bring to life and, without warning, begin to grab you and forcibly push you out of the building, claws DIGGING in the shoulders of those of you not lucky enough to catch on and make a break for it before they have a chance of grabbing you --
When you step out into the Quarantine Zone,
all the rain falling from the sky has mixed with ASH.
The Sentinels run past you, hurriedly making their way, collectively alongside the employees, to the burning METRO STATION not far from the theater. Flames lick the sky and a gaggle of shadowed creatures in clown-like rabbit masks seem to move around the light before disappearing into the bulk of the fire... There’s BLOOD covering the streets, corpses of people you don’t recognize -- faceless figures with bloodied fingers and missing limbs. Some are torsos, dragging themselves across the pavement, others cry and wail and moan as piece of their bodies melt in the fire -- the youngest of them call out for parents as something unseen rip them open and drag them down the metro’s stairs -------------
Wait... wait, something’s... not right...
A second passes, the vision fades and there’s no fire there at all... No ash, no clowns, no dying... Someone’s looking at you, concerned, wondering if they should offer a hand. Had the Sentinels pushing you out of the theater spooked you a little too much? There’s a few of them standing around the Metro Station, yet there’s no fire... When you ask about it aloud, a few people around you seem to know what you’re talking about -- but others just stare at the rest of you -- they say that you’ve just been standing there for a few seconds, completely spaced out. There wasn’t a fire, there were no clowns. All of you were just kicked out of the theater, that’s all. But you saw that just now, didn’t you?
A wave of vertigo overruns quite a few of you, some of you even feel close to fainting -- or vomiting... Maybe it’s just the ash in the air... but you think you might be hearing someone or... something... whispering to you... Yes, that’s right... the lighter your head feels...
There’s someone whispering to you... What are they saying...?
Almost as soon as you think that ----------
THAT’S WHEN THE SIRENS START,
and with them comes the thunder & lightning.
Now all of you -- all of you can hear that.
EVENT COMPLETED: PROLOGUE: ACQUITTAL WON OMEN ‘ERE.
CURRENT OBJECTIVE: COMMIT A MURDER.
… YOUR TABLETS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!
RED HAREING STATION -- A new location has opened up on the map! The underground train station previously guarded by Sentinels appears to have been forced open... In fact, the two Sentinels that were standing outside guarding it look like they’ve been ripped to shreds. If one looks closely, there appears to be blood staining the metal and a few teeth caught in the wires... Both their heads have been removed and apparently drug down to the station below, judging by the mechanical innards that trail down that way. The doors previously closed at the bottom appear to have been ripped open by something with large claws and the train on the left side has been ripped from its track and crushed. Yikes! Well, this place wasn’t supposed to be open yet, anyways, so it doesn’t really matter... None of the trains are running yet. You’re free to visit from now on, but it sounds like something -- or, rather, a lot of somethings -- might be running around in the dark... Did you see something in the corner of your eye just now?
DETAILS.
THE FIRST MURDER INCENTIVE: Cutting the numbers. Someone must die, or a mass execution will take place that will slice the cast in half. Each of your bracelets either has an extra needle containing more poison, or a sleeping serum. When the countdown runs out on Saturday, you will be injected. Those of you who fall asleep will continue on in the experiment. Those of you with poison will die. One member of each pairing has poison, the other has the sleep serum. Half of those of you on your own also have poison. Kill someone or don’t.
Either way, you’re facing the consequences.
CHAPTER ONE : BUTCHERS RIB, I ACT
BEGIN !
OOC NOTES.
The crash / metallic screech was not a hallucination. Everyone heard that.
It is up to you whether your muses experienced the fire hallucination or not. They can be in the half of the group that did, or the half that didn’t.
If they did, they can now hear voices whispering to them on & off, but they can’t make out what they’re saying. It’s muffled...
If your muses did NOT see the fire hallucination, they are now acutely aware that something appears to be following all of you in the dark. Always in the corner of your eyes, but never out in the open. No matter what you do, you can’t see them properly.
The metro may now be entered, but the trains do not operate.
The Sirens (reference youtube link) are now CONSTANT. They do not stop. They will be going off NONSTOP for the next SIX DAYS. Along with constant, LOUD thunder & violent strikes of lightning in addition to the rain.
#v: tbflye#chapter one: butchers rib i act#event#FINALLY#EKJHRGBNJEHRBGJHERBGJHB#I'M NOT 100% HAPPY W THIS BUT I GIVE UP HERE TAKE IT
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STARTER CALL: Since i'm a lazy fuck, I'm doing this for all my blogs. So if anyone in TBFLYE wants a starter with any of my muses, please like this post. If you have a specific muse, please reply with who, or i'll probably randomise it. My muses in this hell are: Ryouta Kazanashi (OC, @soulboundchanneller, this blog) Ryouta Kawara (Ha.tofu.l Bo.yfrie.nd., @redeyeddove) Makoto Yuuki (Per.s.ona 3, @foolishmessiah) Capping at six cause there's a lot of us.
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open starter // group verse.
now this was all more familiar: poison in bracelets and the possibility of death that loomed over them far more than ever. his heart was pounding from the revelation, but moreso from the screeching bang of metal -- vivid memories of the twisted crash of metal that had torn his arm and his sight from him had beat through his brain. without his sister nearby, he’d been forced to just endure the onslaught of feelings that came with them, frozen stock still until the sentinels had shoved them all outside.
there was talk of fire and bodies, but he didn’t understand what they meant. all he knew is there was a siren blaring overhead, and that the rain had dived into a storm.
he wanted to go inside. he reached for the closest person, hand grabbing for their shoulder blindly ( he had never truly felt so helpless before. )
“ -- can you help me to the apartments? ”
#everyone: we're gonna die!#snake: had flashbacks to the car accident that took his sight and freaks out instead#v: tbflye
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@corruptioni || The Butterfly Experiment (Chapter 0) || ❤
「 The bunny said that the theatre was open for us to take a look at for 7PM. Would you and your -- er -- partner join me in the trek there? I don’t really want to go by myself. 」
Not like she wanted to suffer in the rain on her own either.
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@decth liked for a starter!
[💀] – This had to be a joke, a cruel cruel joke. Death blinked his eyes a few times, hoping that the image of himself was just an illusion. But no matter how many times he blinked his eyes the ‘Death’ in front of him wouldn’t fade away. “What in Ithis’s name....” This was a joke, had to be a joke.
“What kind of Blight are you that you are able to do that?”
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LOCATION : LUCKY FOOT THEATER.
TIME : 7 PM.
PROLOGUE EVENT : MEETING THE SUPERVISOR.
Seven o’ clock on the dot, isn’t that what the rabbit had implied. The way he talks about the Supervisor is only one of the things that gives you the impression they’re a real stickler for the rules, whoever they are ... It’s almost surreal to imagine that there’s someone actually watching over all of this -- it has to be a person, right? All this talk of experiments and observation... There’ve been those among you who have already been speculating the kind of person who would run something like this -- whether or not it’s a government sanctioned project, whether any of you actually agreed to be here... Everything is so large scale, the idea of one person running things seems ridiculous ( but that’s what you’re all here to find out, right? ) And even if you aren’t curious, it’s not like it matters. Thinking about what that rabbit would do to you is enough to get you there. Those Sentinels walking around... they don’t exactly look friendly.
The tension in the theater could be cut with a knife, it’s so thick. Some people stand around in groups mumbling among themselves whilst others take seats in the less than inviting theater aisles. The building may be in good conditioning, but the interior has seen better days -- the map’s description wasn’t kidding when it hinted at how sketchy this place is. There are red stains on the chairs; it looks like something closer to what would be seen in a horror movie than in real life. Still, there’s a roof over your heads and no water is leaking through... All the electric work seems to be in order, too. Although the lights are dim, there are bright stage lights illuminating the line of Sentinels standing guard on the stage. They don’t move ; it doesn’t even look like they’re operational until you notice their eyes are following the movement of those of you who get too close.
Despite the number of people spread out between the four floors the large theater has to offer, it’s still incredibly unsettling. All your voices mixed together make the theater seem loud and lively, but even then, there’s something dismal and... off about this place. You think back to what the rabbit said, about needing to get used to being here and can’t help but wonder about it. What’s so special about this place? As you sit there waiting, occasionally checking your tablet for the current time -- it isn’t until right before the clock is about to hit 7:01 that you hear a SUDDEN, EAR-SHATTERING BANG ECHO THROUGHOUT THE THEATER ------------- one that shuts up the entirety of the crowd in one go, leaving a painful ring in everyone’s ears. It takes you a moment to register your hands covering your ears or the sudden blurriness of your vision ( SHOCKED is a kind way to describe how you feel ) -- but when you do and you manage to look up at the stage where the shot echoed from, IT’S THE FIRST TIME YOU SEE HIM, standing in the middle of the Sentinels with a smoking gun in his hand, THE BODY OF A YOUNG CHILD LAYING IN A POOL OF HIS OWN BLOOD at the foot of the stage below him with a BULLET THROUGH HIS RIGHT EYE --
“ Ahem. Lovely. Now that I have your attention, I would like to formally welcome you
TO THE BUTTERFLY EXPERIMENT.”
CURRENT EXPERIMENT DEATH COUNT ---- 01
RECENT DECEASED SUBJECT ---- ( ORION 4/BLUE @celestis )
CAUSE OF DEATH ---- Bullet to the head.
MURDERER ---- The Supervisor.
An unpleasant metallic stench fills the air almost as soon as the gun in the Supervisor’s hand is tucked back into a holster on the side of his belt. He doesn’t make eye contact with the crowd for a few seconds, calmly reaching his hands into his pockets to fish out a cigarette and lighter. The kid with the bullet in his head isn’t even done twitching by time he lights the tip, tilting his head back to exhale smoke towards the ceiling. The stage’s curtain is still closed behind him, though there’s a subtle flutter in the fabric hinting he must’ve stepped through when none of you were even paying attention ( or, at least, before the majority of you had noticed. ) You were ALL staring now, of course -- though at what is debatable. There so much spontanaity to his actions, it’s impossible to choose what to focus on first. To most of you, there’s no doubt that this is who you were waiting to meet. The way he carries himself, dignified and unfazed by his own actions, means that he’s at home here. There’s no arguing it ------ THIS IS THE SUPERVISOR, this is his experiment.
He nor the Sentinels make any move towards the child’s body, though the man’s hand waves in its direction -- his words amplified by the microphone clipped to his suit, making every word he speaks audible to every one of you. “Zero, who did I just kill?” ( He didn’t know ; he didn’t even care, by the sounds of it. )
“ Ahahah aahhaaha !!” On cue, the rabbit’s face pops up on the screens on each side of the stage, his form bouncing up and down excitedly.
“NAME -- ORION! AGE -- TWELVE!! What a way to HOP straight into it, Boss! I didn’t think you’d kill a KID! And before you were even introduced properly! Hhuehehehhueuhehehe!!”
The Supervisor seems to fall silent for a moment before taking another drag on his cigarette, shoulders raising in a careless shrug. “Mm. Orion. Noted. Well, now.” He finally turns his attention to the crowd, gazing upon the child in question for only a moment. He’s devoid of any concern or remorse; the way his nose wrinkles expresses only disgust at the blood spreading on the floor. Those of you around him step away, if you haven’t already, no doubt eager to put distance between you and the liquid soaking into the wood. If you look too hard, you can see the splatter of brain matter squished between his cracked skull and the ground he’s laying on...
This time, when this man speaks, he’s addressing all of you.
“If you had any doubt about being in danger here, let this example rectify that. This child, Orion -- he is dead. Why, you ask? So that I may prove a point. He did nothing wrong. Broke no rules. I do not believe he even interacted with any of you -- he was simply here, minding his own business. Was it unfair of me to take his life for no reason? Absolutely. But now you know there is no hesitation for taking all of yours.” A pause -- he reaches to adjust his tie and flick his cigarette to the ground, grinding it down with his heel. “My name is ‘KUMA,’ as far as you all are concerned, and as you may as guessed, I am the Supervisor of the Butterfly Experiment. You all have already read about what the experiment entails -- you are here to kill one another in hopes of weeding out the butterflies. I will not repeat myself; it is a waste of time. Why kill the butterflies? Why you? For what purpose? That is none of your concern. You are on a need-to-know basis. You will do what we tell you or you will die. That is the reality of your situation.”
A busy man. That’s what he’d called himself in his message to all of you, right? He certainly is acting like it... But to think someone could shoot a child in the head without any cause and then stand before you all like it hadn’t even happened... Who is this guy?
“I am sure you all have plenty of questions. From here on, you will be able to find me in Quarantine on a daily basis between noon and five in the afternoon. If you want to ask anything, you may do so then. However, I may not answer your questions. That being said, I will shed some light now. The Butterfly Experiment will be conducted completely blind on your part. You are not allowed to know anything about it other than the roles you must play. However, I will inform you regarding the Quarantine Zone. This town is a virtual reality setting that reacts and changes itself based on the fears, insecurities, memories and secrets of the individuals who inhabit it. Make no mistake -- you are physically here, in this town, and everything here that happens to you is real. If you die here, you will not wake up. Anything here can and WILL harm you, so I suggest you play it safe and heed the warnings Zero and I give you from here on out. What you are allowed to know is that we will be observing and recording not only your reactions and behavior throughout this experiment but the way the city itself changes in order to manipulate you as it learns more about you as people. Whether or not you understand what that entails, I do not really care. You will learn.”
He certainly has all the answers -- that much is obvious. But sharing them? He doesn’t seem to keen on that. You suppose it was too much to hope for an info dump, but what does any of this mean -- why you, why any of you -- WHY IS THIS HAPPENING? He just keeps going on, no care given for the tension, not even LOOKING at that kid anymore -- at ORION. Are they just going to leave him there?
“Noooooooooooow, I know SOMEBUNNIES have been asking about that HARE-itating bracelet! What do ya say, Kuma Kuma ?? You gonna let ‘em in on that yet?”
When the rabbit addresses him, the Supervisor momentarily freezes, then chuckles, slipping his glasses off in order to tuck them into his pocket. He pushes his sleeve up to reveal a bracelet similar all of yours, turning the face towards the audience. ( 0 , PINK. )
“They are kind of uncomfortable, are they not? Do not worry for now. I will reveal the meaning of these bracelets shortly. For the time being, please try not to play with them. It would be a shame if one of you poisoned yourselves before even getting to the true experiment. For now, let us just say they are good accessories for a game we will be playing. I know Zero is impatient for the reveal, but... it will come when I address all of you for the FIRST INCENTIVE. You all did read the experiment debriefing, correct? That means this SUNDAY, when the murders start -- that is when I will REALLY tell you what is going on with these. This was just a meeting, right? You cannot expect me to hold you here forever. Introductions that drag on too long are... so very awkward.”
He looks so smug. He knows you want answers -- he knows he’s the one who has them and he’s dangling them in front of you, mocking you. Did he really call you here just to introduce himself like this? ( No, it wasn’t as simple as saying ‘welcome.’ The shot, the random murder, all of this -- he had no intention of giving you the answers you want right here, right now. He just wanted to illustrate to you that he means business. He just wanted to rub the power he holds over you in your face -- this was never going to be a Q&A explaining anything ; he intended to MURDER one of you and that was the only reason you were called here. ) It’s such a disconnect from the way he sounds, the way he looks -- his voice is soft and gentle, like he’s addressing children he has no desire to scare and there’s something inherently elegant about his mannerisms, but his ATTITUDE --
“As I said before, welcome to the Butterfly Experiment, everyone. You can find me in the Quarantine Zone starting tomorrow -- and make no mistake, if I even THINK you are up to something mischevious, you will be executed immediately, so do remember your manners and keep your hands to yourself. Let us all act like civilized individuals, yes?
WITH ALL MY HEART, I SINCERELY LOOK FORWARD
TO WORKING ALONGSIDE ALL OF YOU.”
He laughs -- and the sound is so soft and airy, you’d think he was simply welcoming you to a party. With a single wave of his hand towards the body on the floor, he turns on his heels and throws the curtain aside to disappear behind it, into the darkness concealing whatever’s back there ; giving no time for questions or reactions. Two of the larger Sentinels on standby suddenly begin to move, hopping off the stage to grab the dead victim. One of their claws closes around his head whilst the other one grabs his feet -- without any hesitation, they rip his body in half and throw each part of him to different ends of the theater. His torso FLIES through the air, smacking the wall and exploding into a gorey mess on the right side whilst his waist falls midway through the air and lands in the audience, legs hooking themselves onto the railing of the second floor balcony, leaving that half of his body to dangle and dripp blood towards the floor below it.
“ Hahahhaa.... hehehehehhe..... EHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”
That’s all your left with -- the horrific sight of the experiment’s first death committed by the very man who has you trapped here, the laughter of your unstable AI Overseer as he watches the Sentinels retreat back to their position with bloodied claws, and the reassurance that this is, without a shadow of a doubt, REALITY.
EVENT COMPLETED: MEETING THE SUPERVISOR.
CURRENT OBJECTIVE: ... wait for your first murder incentive?
. . . YOUR TABLETS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!
Supervisor Kuma ( @desbearer ) will be in The Quarantine Zone each day from 12PM to 5PM. You may approach him and speak with him or ask questions of him as you wish, but remember that any harm done to him is punished with IMMEDIATE death! As in, if we even think you’re gonna hurt him, you’re toast. So don’t even look at him funny. There’s a good number of you. We can meaninglessly kill you left and right without sacrificing the experiment!
#plays violin music#thank u michael for letting me add one of ur muses solely so i could kill them :)))) s/o to death#v: tbflye#event: meeting the supervisor#event#prologue: acquittal won omen ‘ere
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Hey it’s Nonnie. Remember when I was active? And then I remembered DEADLINES where a thing literally after making a bunch of starter calls. That was fun. Because I don’t wish to remake 6 starter calls here’s a post for all three accounts here that are part of TBE and CBKW.
If you’d like a starter for any of these verses with one of my muses then click the link and give that post a lil ♥ . Mutuals and Non-Mutuals can like these calls as long as you’re part of the verse. Side blogs please reply with the muse and verse you want them to meet in.
Death
Starter call for TBE
Starter call for CBKW
Astro
Starter call for TBE
Starter call for CBKW
Yuuri
Starter call for TBE
Starter call for CBKW- No recent starter call but if you just reply for him that’ll do
#v; cbkw#v: tbflye#; personals/non-rp do not reblog#; do not reblog#; the one in charge is here (ooc)#; starter call#; oh... it seems you''re calling me (starter call)#((Like i finished with my assignments#more like just submitted what i had cause i wasnt making any progress and rather than#suffer with code i didnt understand might as well finish))
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@clumsybirdie liked for a chap 1 tbflye verse starter!
Now that’s especially fucked up. How old is this kid? He can’t be older than what, 10? Ignoring the voices he could hear, almost telling him not to get close to the young boy, he walks over and bends down a bit in front of him. “Are you okay, kid?” He speaks softly, knowing this whole situation would likely leave the boy on edge, just like him. Just like Josh. Just like everyone.
#clumsybirdie#v: tbflye#haaaai! ovo!!!#lemme know if you want this changed!!#out comes soft papa foxy
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@notyourprinccss | tee-bee-fly-ee starter
He burst out of the newly opened station and stumbled onto the street outside. He didn’t stop, or slow down, or even really look where he was going. That last fact became painfully obvious (with an emphasis on painfully) when he promptly ran straight into another human being, most likely knocking both of them down.
Shit must have spooked him something fierce.
#v: tbflye#notyourprinccss#hamuko.01#(( I have waited. since dpoe I have waited. TODAY I WAIT NO LONGER ))
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like for a tbflye verse starter . ch 1 .
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STARTER CALL. feel free to like this for a starter! includes butterfly experiment folks too.
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@loyal-nerdlinger
Oh boy, this experiment was certainly turning into a huge mess by the seconds. Zig expected the incentive to be someone more... personal. Like, possibly getting to see a loved one or unlimited money so you could buy something ridiculous to keep yourself protected the whole experiment. But no: the incentive was not getting over half of them murdered.
The best part? If that did happen, either himself or Atsuro would die for sure; through fiddling with the bracelet, he caught on he could switch to Atsuro’s number/color. That’s most likely what Zero meant by “pairs”.
And the crazy didn’t stop there-- a loud metallic screech sounded outside. It somehow spooked the Sentinels, as they were shoving everyone outside and then zipped by them in quite the hurry. Was this ‘disturbance’ a good sign, Zig opted to decide later.
--Mostly due to Atsuro getting the most disturbed look on his face.
Even worse than when they first met up.
“Uh... Atsuro? You doing okay over there?”
#v;; The Butterfly Experiment#v: tbflye#sv;; TBE-CH1#loyalnerdlinger#[Hoo boi this was a fun intro LOL.]
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Here’s a little update!
I’m abt halfway through updating the masterlist, I’ll have it completely taken care of by the end of the weekend, so if your url hasn’t been put up by Monday, then throw me an ask! (Ofc, I’ll announce when it’s been updated anyways but u know jhebg.) & Dw, if you’ve sent me msgs about changing your URL, I’ve seen them.
My finals are happening rn, so for the next week & a half I’ll prob be a little quiet, but I AM working on things behind the scenes! If all goes smoothly, there should be a body drop before I’m finished with all that. I’ll just need a little patience. By time we reach the trial, I’ll be done with my classes & it’ll be summer break, which means things won’t drag as much as they are right now and we’ll be able to keep up a steadier pace!! & I’ll be on here a little bit every day as opposed to occasionally popping in!
Just to clarify, Butterflies HAVE been chosen and muns have been notified.
Happy suffering, that siren must be a fun time right.
#v: tbflye#i'm busy but i'm still planning things dw !!#after these next like two weeks i'll be completely free so it's gucci#mod unicorn.exe
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@quietxs when you can’t help a soul
With the theatre room considerable empty now (excluding the rabbit like watchers but lets pretend they don’t exist), it’s easier to take everything in.
The stench of cooper is strong from the recently dismembered body. The blood soaking into wooden floorboards. Soon to leave a permanent bloodied stain, as a reminded of what happened this day. Pieces of flesh and bone resting on the ground still from where the mortals head was blown (quite literally) away...
A dismembered body split in two. Lying at two ends of the theatre. Body parts hanging limply. Parts that shouldn’t be seen are shown. Blood dripping onto the group from where half a body hangs. Leaving yet another bloodied stain in the building.
The God himself hasn’t seen a scene like this in decades at least. Though back then, he was able to help. To put the souls at ease and help guide them on to their destination. Now... It’s not even possible.
He’s never felt so HELPLESS before.
Clawed hands end up wrapped up round himself. Almost in a weak attempt to comfort himself. An attempt that doesn’t work in any form, shape or matter. Amber eyes seemingly look at nothing in particular. Seemingly void of any emotion as a sigh escapes his lips.
“It’s a shame... A shame we can’t do anything to help the deceased child...” Words muttered so low. Directed towards his mirror though not once does he look in his direction the whole time he speaks.
#v: tbflye#quietxs#; ah... i should show you the way back yes? (starter)#; starter#; i dont plan to be here for long im just here for the soul (ic)#((when you cant help a soul#i told you id write this lmao#cries))#tw; gore#tw; body horror#:))))))
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@irradiancies | tee-bee-fly-ee starter
“Stop following me!!”
Except it wasn’t the stalker in the shadows he had rounded up on. It was some girl.
“Oh. Err..... hm.”
Awkward.
#v: tbflye#irradiancies#kairi.01#(( there is a 50/50 chance you ARE the stalker in the shadows#how do you plead? ))
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group verse // open starter.
“ this theatre is strange -- it’s far larger than any i’ve ever been to before, if the dimensions listed in the tablet are correct. it’s so quiet in here as well. . .it makes my skin crawl.
what do you make of it? ”
#open to mutuals and nonmutuals!#v: tbflye#fool me three times ; maybe this is fate. ( BUTTERFLY EXPERIMENT. )
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